Hello my dear readers!
Happy Thursday. So today is going
to be an incredibly short blog because, for a change, I am running late to go
drive to Frankfurt to the scenic Camp Manitoqua to help lead my 7th Operation
Snowball retreat (ironically on the night set to yield the largest snowfall in
Chicago this year).
I’m partially running late because today, for the first time
in two months, I went for a run. You
see, when the temperature dips below freezing, and I have to choose between sweating
in a 100 degree yoga room with soft music and incense burning, or pounding the
pavement in solitude in sub-freezing temp – nose running and lungs burning –
the yoga room wins every time.
Today, however, I didn’t have time to make it a yoga class,
so a run it was. I laced up, bundled up
and went out for a four-mile jaunt. That
makes it sound easy. It wasn’t. The first mile sucked, as it often does, but
I was surprised at how quickly my body slipped into a rhythm after that. When I passed up my turn around for three
miles, I though “What the heck? Let’s make it four.” It’s easy to run that extra half mile out,
but when I hit the three mile mark on the way back, and I still had one more to
go, I was hurting.
It’s amazing how, when I haven’t run for a while, a four
mile run can feel like the last four of 26.2 just last October. But I put one foot in front of the
other. I breathed in and out. I ran.
Now I have to run to Frankfurt.
Enjoy the snow my friends, and I’ll enjoy my Snowball.
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